Issei stood frozen.
Inside his own soul.
A golden arena stretched endlessly before him.
And at its center—
A man sat upon a throne of pure energy.
A man who looked exactly like him, but older.
Stronger.
More dangerous.
"Welcome, successor," Issei the 3rd said, standing up. "You're finally ready to hear the truth."
Issei gulped. "T-the truth? About what?"
Issei the 3rd smirked.
"About the real enemy. The one even the gods fear."
And then—
The golden arena shattered.